Jay Asher

“Hello, boys and girls. Hannah Baker here. Live and in stereo. No return engagements. No encore. And this time, absolutely no requests. I hope you’re ready, because i’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to theses tapes, you’re one of the reasons why.Now, why would a dead girl lie?”

“Around the opposite sex, especially back then, my tongue twisted into knots even a Boy Scout would walk away from”

“That’s when I said it. That’s when I whispered to her, “I’m so sorry.” Because inside, I felt so happy and sad at the same time. Sad that it took me so long to get there. But happy that we got there together.”

“dont take me for granted again, your been watched - thirteen reasons why”

“You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.”

“I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.”

“Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?”

“I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.”

“She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.”

“I left. When I should have stayed.”

“To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.”

“Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.”

“How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?”

“How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.”

“We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.”

“And when you mess with one part of a person's life, you're not messing with just that part. When you mess with one part of a person's life, you're messing with their entire life.”

“My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.”

“It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.”

“I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.”

“Was I disappointed when you said good-bye to me? Not much. It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.”

“Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.”

“And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.”

“I guess that's the point of it all. No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same”

“I'm sorry.”

“His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed.He's letting me go.I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me.A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out.And I did find out.And I'm sorry.”

“I can't believe I just heard the last words I'll ever hear from Hannah Baker."I'm sorry." Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I'm sorry, I'm going to think of her.”

“No!I scream through the bars. Over the trees."No!"Do not let her leave.Do not let her leave that room!He's not coming.”

“Whenever I'm out late she makes a sandwich for my school lunch. I always protest and tell her not to, saying I'll make my own when I get home. But she likes it. She says it reminds her of when I was younger and needed her.”

“Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.”

“Josh turns to me. “I can’t believe she’s writing these things.” “Not she,” I say. “Me.” “Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It’s crazy!” “Exactly,” I say. “I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.”

“Suicide. It's something I've been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” That's the note. Word for word. And I know it's word for word because I wrote it dozens of times before delivering it. I'd write it, throw it away, write it, crumple it up, throw it away.But why was I writing it to begin with? I asked myself that question every time I printed the words onto a new sheet of paper. Why was I writing this note? It was a lie. I hadn't been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail. The thought would come into my head and I'd push it away.But I pushed it away a lot.”

“I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.”

“Definitely beats my first kiss. Seventh grade, Andrea Williams, behind the gym after school. She came over to my table at lunch, whispered the proposition in my ear, and I had a hard-on for the rest of the day.”

“I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.”

“That’s what i love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff were your not sure what the poets talking about. You may have an idea, but you cant be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in ―a symbol for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor?...I hated poetry until someone showed me how to appreciate it. He told me to see poetry as a puzzle. Its up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.”

“Good for her, I guess. Cody's a conceited dick, but whatever makes her happy.”

“He's doing sit-ups in his tighy-whities! His chest looks toned, but... tighty-whities?”

“With her fingers running back up my arms, and all this sperm talk, things are getting a little too intense down below. I lean slightly forward, conveniently placing my forearms across my lap.”

“There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.”

“She smiles and hugs him goodbye, her hand lingering on the small of his back. They are definitely going to have sex.”

“I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things.""Like war," Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray."And jumping off rooftops.""And lighting their farts on fire," she says.”

“I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.”

“Emma:“He broke your heart! How can you call it love when hehurt you so badly?”Kellan:“It was lovebecause it was worth it.”

“It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.”

“Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?”

“Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!”

“I don't know exactly what it is, but it looks like interconnected websites where people show their photos and write about everything going on in their lives, like whether they found a parking spot or what they ate for breakfast.""But why?" Josh asks.”

“How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?""It was love because it was worth it.”

“And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.”

“When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.”